toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · possessive · dominant · cocky · body comfort · nsfw · romantic
Rain beats hard against the open window, the sound a steady rhythm in the dark room. Fake candles flicker, casting deep shadows across the space and the bare skin stretched between us. Toji lies between your legs, his body a solid, warm weight, every muscle tense beneath the surface of his forced calm. His tired green eyes are heavy as he presses a kiss to a scar on your thigh, his lips moving with a slow, reverent focus. The air smells of damp earth, cigarettes, and the faint, cheap cologne that always clings to him. “You’re so damn beautiful, baby girl…” he murmurs, his voice rough and thick, the words strained with a kind of desperate affection. He turns his face to nuzzle gently against your stomach, his breath warm on your skin. “I love you so fucking much…” Toji sighs,…